A Rookie In The Baseball Team Is Too Good [EN]: Chapter 431

The New Recruit of the Baseball Team is Too Good 431

Section 93. Boys Be Ambitious (8)

“Director, please come this way.”

“Yes, thank you.”

That day, Frederick Robinson, the director of the New York Yankees, was experiencing internet broadcasting for the first time in his life.

“Okay, first, put on these headphones.”

“Hmm.”

“Our broadcast scene will appear on this monitor here. You can check the viewers’ comments on the other side.”

“Two monitors… Haha, my eyes will be busy.”

Even as he listened to the host’s explanation about the broadcast, Director Robinson had one image clearly etched in his mind.

The Bleacher Creatures. The New York Yankees’ traditional cheering squad, and the very people who had gathered to watch the broadcast that day.

‘They’re like huge rocks.’

That’s what Director Robinson had experienced over the past 30 years.

‘They make a lot of noise at the stadium, yelling about killing and saving, but when you actually meet them, they have more unwavering faith than anyone else.’

New York is the strongest.

The Yankees are the best team.

It was truly a rock-solid belief.

‘No matter how much a small-market team like Tampa Bay provokes us, the Bleacher Creatures won’t even bat an eye.’

That was why Director Frederick Robinson hadn’t been interested in Nicholas’s proposal.

They have faith. They have pride in being the best. He couldn’t show those people the team acting lightly.

That day wasn’t much different. Clark Wise’s press conference was certainly regrettable, but he had no intention of refuting it in detail.

He was just planning to explain the season’s prospects and the Yankees’ strategy accordingly, as he always had.

Very calmly,

Extremely dignified.

That was the Yankees’ traditional way, and Director Robinson thought it was the Yankees front office’s etiquette towards the Bleacher Creatures, but-

“Alright, let’s start now! Can we get the comment window up?”

The moment the host snapped his fingers and the fans’ reactions appeared on the monitor.

Director Frederick Robinson swallowed hard without realizing it.

-Are you really just going to sit back and take this? Don’t you guys have any pride?!

When the monitor turned on, that was one of the first comments that caught Director Robinson’s eye.

“Heh, haha, well, this is something…”

Even at this point, Director Robinson still had a faint smile on his face.

‘Okay, nearly 1000 people have gathered. There are bound to be some hot-tempered folks among them.’

Soon, ‘normal’ reactions would come up. Director Robinson folded his hands and stared intently at the monitor, but.

-We don’t need anything else! Tampa Bay! Let’s talk about those damn stingrays!

-What are you going to do about Richard Stelmezek? What’s the plan to respond to Clark Wise?

-We need some countermeasures now! If you don’t respond, the nonsense will just keep coming!!

What appeared on the monitor was a barrage of comments from people who were furious and enraged.

Director Robinson, who had become serious, looked at the host as if making a final confirmation.

“Um…”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure about what you said earlier? That only members of the Bleacher Creatures are watching today’s broadcast.”

“Ah, well, not 100%!”

The host shrugged.

“There are a few reporters who have requested coverage. And about half a dozen Yankees team employees.”

“How many? Then the rest…”

“Yes, they are definitely members of the Bleacher Creatures. You have to send a verification email to get VIP status on my channel.”

“Ah, I see. So all these people are Bleacher Creatures… So that means they’re ‘today’s’ Yankees fans.”

“Yes, that’s right, but…”

The moment the host looked at him with a puzzled expression, Director Robinson seemed to finally grasp the situation.

‘Things have changed.’

The atmosphere was completely different from the old Bleacher Creatures.

These were people quite different from the New York Yankees fans he knew.

They want a response. They want to fight back in some form. Sitting back and waiting isn’t their style.

“…”

Director Robinson couldn’t pinpoint exactly why their tendencies had changed.

Perhaps the Yankees didn’t have as much overwhelming influence on young people as they used to.

The last championship was already over 20 years ago, and the title of ‘best team’ had already disappeared.

But the detailed reasons could be examined slowly later.

As the head of the Yankees, once called the ‘Empire,’ Director Robinson was quickly implementing follow-up measures.

“Host, can we use one more guest on today’s broadcast? It seems difficult for me to watch both monitors by myself.”

“Ah, yes! That’s no problem. We just need to put one more chair. But… who are you going to bring?”

And that ‘follow-up measure’ was no different from what had been decided from the beginning.

“Nicholas!”

Director Frederick Robinson called the name of his most trusted aide.

“Come up here.”

“Yes!!!”

Nicholas’s eyes were shining sharply as he rose at the director’s call.

* * *

At the very same time that the New York Yankees’ internet broadcast was in full swing at Steinbrenner Field in Tampa,

Jisub was guiding Don Chronos, the chief designer of Clark Wise, at Tropicana Field.

Immediately after the press conference ended, Don Chronos had requested to personally check the space where his ‘luxury lounge’ would be created.

“Don, this way.”

The place Jisub guided him to was on the second floor of Tropicana Field, behind home plate.

“Until two years ago, this was where the Tampa Bay Club, our team, directly operated a lounge.”

It was Tampa Bay Rays, a small-market team with a small market size and famous for being unpopular nationwide.

Until then, the concept of operating a lounge in connection with a decent company could not be established.

However, Tampa Bay Rays was undergoing a new change that day.

“Hmm, good! I like it!”

Don Chronos nodded, twirling a thick ring on his finger.

“The existing facilities will have to be completely torn down… But I like that the secured space is wide. A wide space is the source of creation!”

Don Chronos diligently moved around the dusty lounge facilities and began giving instructions to his secretaries.

“That’s right! Let’s put a long, very long table this way! So people can laugh and chat here.”

“Hmm, it would be nice to hang my portrait on this wall? People who take pictures here and upload them to SNS [Social Networking Services] get free drinks! That would be fun, right?”

“Oh, yeah! Should we make a secret door here? Before the game, it looks completely like a club, but as soon as the game starts, ‘Zhiiiing!’ the view opens automatically!!”

Perhaps because he had been given almost unlimited freedom in Tampa Bay, Don Chronos looked like a fish in water.

As the chief designer poured out endless ideas, the secretaries taking notes were sweating profusely.

Some of the employees who came with him expressed some concern about the cost, but Don Chronos silenced their complaints with one word.

“Don’t worry. I was planning to decorate this space with my own personal funds from the beginning.”

He let out a hot puff of air.

“I have to surprise people. I’m going to build the best luxury lounge in the major leagues here… and show those Yankees old-timers who Don Chronos is.”

Watching Don Chronos smile triumphantly, Brian Spann, the general manager of the Tampa Bay Rays, also had a pleased expression.

“You’ve found a good partner.”

The general manager said to Jisub in a low voice.

“Thanks to you, our Tampa Bay has a luxury lounge without spending a lot of money.”

“Yes, Don Chronos is showing much more enthusiasm than I expected… I think we can look forward to it.”

“Fill Tropicana Field with spectators… When I first heard that story, I thought it was an absurd plan.”

The general manager stroked his chin.

“Seeing it being built up like this, I can’t help but feel excited.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

“Kim is different after all.”

Just as the general manager’s trust in Jisub was growing even thicker.

Brrr- Brrr- Brrr-

A phone call coming to Jisub’s phone.

The general manager gave Jisub a subtle look as he checked the caller.

“Is it Steinbrenner Field?”

“Yes.”

Jisub nodded.

“It seems like things have ended on that side too.”

* * *

“Yes, this is Kim.”

When Jisub went to the window overlooking the ground and answered the phone, what he heard was Nicholas’s excited voice.

“Hey, Jisub! It’s a success!!!”

This was probably the first time Nicholas had called him ‘Jisub.’

Until now, he had called him ‘Mr. Kim’ very politely.

“The broadcast was a success. You should probably put your phone on vibrate mode in advance. There will be a lot of tweets from reporters in a little while.”

Sports reporters in the United States usually post breaking news on their SNS [Social Networking Service] channels first.

‘Tweets are coming up’ is a sign that articles about today’s broadcast will explode soon.

Jisub, who knew the meaning well, was raising one corner of his mouth.

“Tweets from reporters… Then it seems like quite provocative comments came out on today’s broadcast.”

“The director was next to me, so I had to adjust the level, but I think it was enough to stimulate the Bleacher Creatures.”

He said that a comment was made that they would gladly accept the challenge from the Tampa Bay Rays.

There was also a declaration that they would have a superior record against Tampa Bay, even if it was against other teams.

It was a slightly weaker comment than Jisub had expected, but it was the New York Yankees front office that mentioned the comment.

The Bleacher Creatures seemed very enthusiastic about the unprecedented level of remarks.

“It will take a little longer to get the exact data… But it seems that some of the members who had left the Bleacher Creatures are expressing their intention to return.”

“Oh ho.”

“The number of season ticket buyers also increased by nearly 300 during the broadcast. Haha, it wasn’t even a live commerce. And most of all…”

The Yankees’ director’s special assistant continued to speak in a very excited tone.

It was at this moment that his emotional voice was heard through the phone speaker.

“The director gave me my first… direct assignment.”

“He gave you an assignment? What kind?”

“It’s nothing special. It’s just… coordinating opinions with the Tampa Bay Rays front office.”

Nicholas said.

“As the atmosphere between the two teams’ fans intensifies, there may be various troubles, right? It’s necessary to control those problems at an appropriate level.”

“Ah ha.”

A natural measure.

Nicholas continued to speak to Jisub, who was nodding.

“Jisub, thank you.”

His voice was very serious.

“The return of the Bleacher Creatures members, the new atmosphere in the Yankees, and above all, even the fact that I was recognized by the director… All of your help was decisive. It would have been impossible without you.”

“Haha, what are you talking about.”

Jisub smiled lightly.

“We got a luxury lounge thanks to you, so there’s nothing to thank. Besides, we’ll continue to give and take these favors in the future. Rather than that…”

Jisub continued to speak while taking out his phone and manipulating the screen.

“I should start preparing slowly. Tampa Bay and the Yankees… I think there was a match-up in early April.”

With the current atmosphere, the match between the two teams seemed likely to be held in an unprecedentedly heated atmosphere.

To not miss that huge box office opportunity, it meant that he had to prepare thoroughly from now on.

It wasn’t that Jisub was taking it easy, with only about three months left.

“No! Please hurry up a little more. You shouldn’t just be thinking about early April. Is baseball only in the regular season?”

“Yes? What’s that suddenly…”

The next moment, Jisub could feel his heart starting to beat faster.

This winter, this project was led by the Future Strategy Planning Division.

He realized that the results could come out surprisingly quickly.

“I’m talking about the exhibition game. The Grapefruit League [pre-season exhibition games held in Florida] held in Florida at the end of February.”

Nicholas said.